Come

I sense you...waiting, silent. Hunkering. Hungering.
Stygian shadow spawned maws and claws soul sundering
You've split skulls underwing as you went foe a-plundering
Bringer of Woe and Suffering, I hear your cold utterings
But here I am...amid lightning flash and crash of thundering
Hearing you trundling between Here and Beyond...with Otherlings
You draw near Here with your tunneling...writhing, riving, shuddering
And just beyond Here I hear your armies clustering;
Nigh innumerable in numbering
Against the hordes you command I stand with war sword in hand.
For if you think Warriors have rejected Man and left this land?
Then...

Laugh at our mortal flesh, and how swiftly we pass from Here to Gone
Mock our struggles, our strivings our strife, our fears and the tears we spawn
Revel in our heart break and the hard breaks I and my peers have drawn
With all this helping you, it should be no problem for you to take us on.

COME!

Fly into feeding frenzies as we foolishly fight our fellow man
Feast on our souls, gorge yourselves on our flesh n marrow and
Your scorching anger makes torture chambers of our lives' narrow span
Cavort and escort our spirits to Hell, we're sered imperiled, damned...
At your merciless mercy; O King of Harrow and Pharoah of Feral Lands
But my heart quakes not. With sword in hand I stand on sterile sands
For if your nether hate embalms us in Darkness from which we'll never wake
And you fear not the slash of my rod nor the Wrath of God, and you'll never break?
If...come what may...you deny and deprive us of a better Fate
Then...why do you stop just shy of Here?...
....and hesitate to taste my blade?

I think I grasp what you mean by sounding so "smart", and for that caution? I thank you. I appreciate your candor and I hope you liked the piece. Most importantly? I'm glad you read and comment. Your words are always welcome, however supportive or critical they are.

That was fucking sick bro! Soundz like u were an arabian god asking believerz to stop wavering and no Im here, and any1 that doesnt test there faith can die where they stand anywhere. Deep shit bro! I heard and seen u crying out!

its like to imagine all what the silent and suffering really have to say,
and you know theyve seen and witnessed way more than they want to tell you
i was imagining this as a track
it seems to have a real nice hook complementary to the verses i mean im sure you could write from days on end though....

its like to imagine all what the silent and suffering really have to say,
and you know theyve seen and witnessed way more than they want to tell you
i was imagining this as a track
it seems to have a real nice hook complementary to the verses i mean im sure you could write from days on end though....

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Greetings my Eloquent friend! Your sentiments about this piece being a song is precisely how it "came" to me. I didn't know for sure what was happening when I keystyled this piece, I just let it...COME...to me. Lol. And there was music to it.

The most interesting thing? Everyone's comments so far on this poem...everything from a man raging at the sky, the silent masses suffering and long hidden righteous wrath battling with a huge life throttling despair, the Ysraelites, an African-Arabian War God inspiring and terrifying legions of believers and backsliders in their faith, and much more...all these images flashed through my mind as the song challenged my fingers to keep pace with it.

I am...humbled...that my fellow poetic souls heard and still hear the call, and all of you will never fail to...COME...when you are needed.